Cypher

By HANZ

On VAGABOND

Released on November 24, 2020

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[Verse 1: Marquis Noble]

Look like magic when I swerve it

3 piece suit to make em nervous

Dripping like faucet

Lane to lane shifting got em nauseous

Y’all look clean I look corporate

Pause it

Boss talk stays inside the office

Access codes to all my niggas thats apartment

This is God’s work

Had to put my dawgs back to work till they paws hurt

Fox fur on the linen

Got a different recipe depending on the kitchen

Pray I get to cook for a fee God willing

Found my silver spoon in the dirt

Away from the gold diggers

Consumed with the pictures that alter the real image

The windows of your soul need a update

One take can change it all let me demonstrate


[Verse 2: Rab]

Now tell me who wanna fuck with us

Ashes to ashes

Dust to dust

Renegades, you can get ya head bust

(ya digg)

The best nigga that’s 25 and under

I'm assuming all these motherfuckers rhyming under

The bar setter

Hard nigga

Yall niggas is frauds

I pull ya card quicker

Than blackjack dealers that’s out in Vegas

You wager minimum wages

I could kill a clams casino

And craft the eulogy pages

(Yikes)

You niggas spent a hunnit Gs coppin dungarees

Im overall the best out nigga

It run in my genes

El Chapo can’t hug his wife

What the fuck is life?

I can hug this bitch next to me but can't touch a brick of white

(Yikes)

Whats life without a passion?

If you dont know im the answer

You should kill who you been asking

Whats life without a passion?

If you dont know im the answer

You should kill who you been asking


[Verse 3: HANZ]

A lot of Judas lips double cheek me

Yet need me

Wanna be me

In His image I was made

So don’t say

You need to teach me, just preach me

All praise due to me

Is due to me

Who’s who to me, ain’t true to me

So why keep voting presidents to make office

When I never did for the ones thats in my pocket

These zeros that we after, come after

Crowds by thousands, eyes in the rafters

And yeah I know that’s a ballpark number

Turn backstage passes into hallmark summers

Down to earth, looking up to nothing

Always up to something, always up to someone

High horses turn to rodeos, wildin

Life is a trip but we sitting 30,000

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